Messages - Perennial_Man

The Bible has much to do with two points, the fall of kings due naturally to their rule; Jesus tells Simon Peter to fetch a coin from a fishes mouth at the lake to feed the thousands, and the fact that no Jew loves Caesar. And the natural struggle of man among the flesh; a bunch of Jews find fire and water from a bush and rock in the desert.

Most people are caught only in the midst of empirical reasoning and to translate phiosophy from the Bible to these people in our modern age has become grossly impossible.

Allow me to divert this more toward insomniac hallucinations and wanderings.

I've been sleeping out of walls for over half a year now. The city may greatly disgust me and keep me walking away from it for as long as it takes to find rest. Through these times I recieve a great energy of vitality and thought. I find myself thinking from one experience, delving into a metaphor, and observing a translation into another experience. I used to erratically ramble poetically though I have learned to be quiet around walls.

Eventually the sun rises and I am filled with warmth and a greater vitality. Morning boners must be instinctually genetic. As for the hallucinations, I may be thinking of the love of a woman and turn my head to catch a glimpse of a womanly form through trees. Acacias and olive trees are prone to catch my sight. The most prevalent hallucination seems to be an altered equillibrium, an odd shifting of weight that seems to follow my head's tilt and is the source of euphoria that makes my mind exodus worthwhile.

I am reminded of the first pages of Thus Spake Zarathustra in which Neitzsche describes a wandering priest in the woods speaking simile to the Nature surrounding him.

I just jumped into a massive cache of vinyls, all sizes, cds, dvds, and the odd book behind the Zia Records in Tempe. They must be able to do this monthly as the entire dumpster was packed with authored material. All vinyls were removed from the sleeves, the sleeves still in the dumpster somewhere, book covers were torn, and cds free of cases. There are Zias in Las Vegas, Phoenix, and Tuscon. Fucking take that shit.

Finally coming to Profanatica's Thy Kingdom Cum; the repetition of guitar riffs evokes a sarcasm of the three Gospel books. Man & Jinn provokes an excellent trance and with this third release alongside the others I am finding a refinement in that conception of rumbling harmony. THe bass is always lurid. Profanatica remains my favorite U.S. Black Metal.

Logic is inherently irrational, deriving meaning based on the impossibility of nothing. We have imposed a society upon nature and in the process destroyed the magic souls that have derived us, and we are left with animals for men. Enjoy the divinity.

Been living abroad a half year now and my body has undergone extremely beneficial metamorphosis on the part of great genes, great me. The city is nasty and I should take more to the hills and valleys for trips at days to remain greater. I have developed flatly so far from the feet upwards. I prefer some food more than others probably as a pregnant women desires strange nutrition. Just ate six bologna sandwiches this morning from a homo teen fort, and my farts smell like burning rubber. The fatigue and general muscle strain is really enjoyable.

Cash flows freely here in Temecula, California. Only about 300,000 people and it is all suburb and two major shopping plaza strips. I've spent three weeks here and have been given without asking around $200 while picking beverage containers out of the trash. A trashbag goes for around $10 anyways.

Only idiots starve in America. California is full of fags though, watch for 60 somethimng pedophiles. While Obama is President, you may go for food stamps to charge through a state. They love to sign homeless twenty somethings.

I may be spending an average of seven dollars a week. I am bum, like Jesus!

I have a halfhanded amount of oats mixed in whole tapioca(milk, eggs, salt) with cocnut milk refresher given generously by my Whole Foods Market, and I can buy a fifth of an ounce of almonds alongside those; sometimes they even have small cheese cubes which I'll take three or four of. Only occasionaly will I spend money on one day out of two hands to buy an avacado and 6 ounces of blueberries, which I will then use along with my oats, tapioca, almonds, and coconut milk.

Once a week, when the market recieves its beef liver, I check daily, I ask for a third of a pound of that and it seems they are generously cooking it for me for free. In a pan I ask them, I don't want pieces falling through the grill. I also down a quart of this awesome milk which only costs me half the price for I am able to return the bottle to the store after chugging it down for some cash. This stff is fucking excellent, I have never had milk that condenses cream which caps it on top. That stuff is delicious.

I immediately feel the sugars from the milk as I wait for the liver to finish and alongside that rush my brain is zapping off some incredible hormones only to erupt as I down beefy goodness. Life is good!

Did the apple fall because it needed to reach the ground where it could be eaten or spawn a new tree?

The evolution of thorns, non-Metal, truly inspires such thinking. What base life form ever started chewing on plants and when would plants have started reacting? Humans in our last feww thousand years are incredibly pessimisstic. All I hear from the Lord's word these days is pessimissm, yet it comes from human mouths. They, as Nietzsche -- Hail -- confirms desire an end to human experience; If they knew what down-going they were destined for, they may perhaps go more peacefully and lay less waste for the Overman!

Verily, men have given unto themselves all their good and bad. Verily, they took it not, they found it not, it came not unto them as a voice from heaven.

Values did man only assign to things in order to maintain himself- he created only the significance of things, a human significance! Therefore, calleth he himself "man," that is, the valuator.

Valuing is creating: hear it, ye creating ones! Valuation itself is the treasure and jewel of the valued things.

Through valuation only is there value; and without valuation the nut of existence would be hollow. Hear it, ye creating ones!

Change of values- that is, change of the creating ones. Always doth he destroy who hath to be a creator.

Creating ones were first of all peoples, and only in late times individuals; verily, the individual himself is still the latest creation.

Peoples once hung over them tables of the good. Love which would rule and love which would obey, created for themselves such tables.

Older is the pleasure in the herd than the pleasure in the ego: and as long as the good conscience is for the herd, the bad conscience only saith: ego.

Verily, the crafty ego, the loveless one, that seeketh its advantage in the advantage of many- it is not the origin of the herd, but its ruin.

Loving ones, was it always, and creating ones, that created good and bad. Fire of love gloweth in the names of all the virtues, and fire of wrath.

Many lands saw Zarathustra, and many peoples: no greater power did Zarathustra find on earth than the creations of the loving ones- "good" and "bad" are they called.

Verily, a prodigy is this power of praising and blaming. Tell me, ye brethren, who will master it for me? Who will put a fetter upon the thousand necks of this animal?

A thousand goals have there been hitherto, for a thousand peoples have there been. Only the fetter for the thousand necks is still lacking; there is lacking the one goal. As yet humanity hath not a goal.

But pray tell me, my brethren, if the goal of humanity be still lacking, is there not also still lacking- humanity itself?Thus spake Zarathustra.

-From 15. The Thousand and One Goals - Thus Spake Zarathustra. Honestly, I was thinking of crow when I read this section. Classic oration!

We get spring earlier and our trees are vibrant. The gusts from Cali awaken our lives. Call out! Hessians walk the streets! I've crossed maybe 50 miles in a week though I am still adverse to believe it. I'm healing a sprained ankle, my first injury, at Red Rock. Call out!

I am bum and in being bum I am adverse to the logical paths most people assume from this society. All their humanism and altruism seems hard pressed so suddenly. I don't stink, I've been rubbing the fine evergreen herbs through my hair and hands daily. People pity themselves for pitying me. You must act with bravery and not let people absorb too much of you at once.

I am doing fairly well thoough Vegas will get hot as fuck this year I'm sure. More Starbucks filtered agua please! I'm slimming well and concentrating my vigorousness towards walking stiffly and exercising my core. Hail!